ow.
damn.. fuck. piss. shit.
no, i haven’t developed tourrettes. i’m just in a little bit of stupid pain.
ow.
yesterday i was walking around chinatown (as i’m wont to do…is it ‘want’ or ‘wont’? my chaucerian english is pretty crappy) and i stopped to pet a street cat (as i’m wont to do) and the street cat attacked me (as they’re wont to do) and it bit my hand very deeply (as they’re wont to do. ok, i’ll stop now).
and throughout the day my hand got more and more infected and swollen and sore.
but i, being relatively stoic, just went about my business, assuming that my relative youth and relative health would prevent me from getting rabies or whatever diseases were floating around in this cats mouth.
but no. last night i went to sleep with a sore hand, only to be awoken at some ungodly hour (9 a.m) with tons of pain and the inability to move my fingers (so why am i typing now? my devotion to my updates. sniff.). so, being of sound mind and body, i went to my local emergency room where i was rushed into the ‘urgent care’ ward and given a tetanus shot and some mega-dose of antibiotics. the doctors told me that cat bites are extremely serious (especially when delivered by the foul-mouthed denizens of dumpsters in chinatown) and they reprimanded me for not coming in right after it happened.
so now i’m all pumped full of anti-biotics, and hopefully that’ll do the trick.
i write this update as a warning of sorts: don’t pet stray animals.
really. my heart bleeds for all of the homeless animals in the world, but i’ve learned my lesson. i don’t blame the cat, but i won’t be petting strays in the future. i had another friend who contracted ringworm from petting a stray cat. and if you do get an animal bite you should go to the hospital right away.
i’ll let you know how things develop.
-moby
